forum It’s a Homosexual Role Play (O/O pretty open I suppose)

Started February 02, 2019 by Deleted user

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Zackary set his head on his wings as he tugged on a bit of dirt on a feather. “N-no, I’m quite alright.” He didn’t much like people touching his wings. Since it was a thing that mates did back in his home town…

"Aw, come on, let me help. I'm pretty sure you can't reach most of those feathers on the backs of your wings, it's not a big deal. I've got a big fluffy brush thing one of my old roommates used to use for their wings, it's supposed to help," Levioth insisted

“No it’s really fine. Don’t worry.” He straightened out a crumpled feather. “I do this all the time by myself.”

Levioth took another swig of coffee before setting the mug down again. "I'm getting the brush thing, you can't stop me," he announced, grinning as he got up to go find the brush

Zackary frowned and protested, watching Levioth’s bum pass as he walked by against himself. FUCK STOP! He screamed at himself, shaking his head and cleaning out some grime between a couple feathers.

Levioth was grinning as he retrieved the odd, fluffy-looking brush from the bathroom, waving it above his head dramatically for a moment. "Alright, scoot over, I've got this," he said before plopping down next to Zack

“N-no, no thank you, again, really.” Zackary scooted away, his fufufhfufhfufhfufhfufufing acting up again as he tried to get away.

"Nope, c'mere, fluffy boy, I'm fixing those feathers of yours," Levioth said, making grabby hands at Zack before managing to get the brush to go through the top bit of one of Zack's wings

The wing shivered away and he wiggles like a worm within the blankets, his face reddening. “No, I can do it okay! I’ve done it before!” His voice was raised at a slight squeak.

"Don't be a baby, come on, let me help," Levioth insisted, leaning forward and managing to run the brush through Zack's feathers a few times between wiggles

Zackary squeaked like a panicked guinea pig when he felt the brush insert itself on his wings, his wings flailing out to meet the feeling it brought about. “No! No!” He squeaked at them, but they ignored him, laying in Levioth’s lap for more brushing.

Levioth practically beamed, and he happily began to brush through Zack's wings, starting at the top. "There you go…See? Not that bad," he tried to soothe

Zackary squeaked and turned even redder in response, covering his face. His wings quivered happily under the brush.

Levioth switched the brush to his other hand, continuing to run it gently through Zack's wings while he reached for a pillow, gently nudging it beneath Zack so he could get more comfortable

Zackary let his arms pulll the pillow underneath him, so his body was propped up slightly. He blushed more at his position, like a horny teenager.
His wings quivered nevertheless. They seemed very happy to be under a brush again.

Levioth was grinning happily, satisfied as he brushed through the tops of one wing, his free hand carding through Zack's feathers

Zackary fufhfufhfufhfufhfufhfufufhfhued louder to himself, hiding himself in his hands. “How-how long do you want to do this for?”

"Until your feathers are all cleaned up, obviously. Do you know how uncomfortable it'd be if I only brushed half your feathers? I'm not that much of a dick," Levioth said with a small, soft chuckle

Zackary blushed en harder at ‘dick’ forcefully being flung into thoughts about the male genitalia. He seriously needed to stop before he got out of hand.
“I guess it’d be pretty uncomfortable,” He spluttered out.

Levioth chuckled a bit, running the brush through Zack's lower feathers, keeping up the idle playing with Zack's feathers with his other hand. "These are kinda pretty, y'know…" he mumbled

Zackary rubbed his face, trying to rub the dark red from his face and ears. “Th-thanks.” The wings quivered again st the compliment.

((im so srry to jump in but fact: a birds lower feathers are extremely sensitive and uh…petting them pleasurable for the bird

(yeah, I know. that and the joint part at the top ;) )

Levioth simply hummed in acknowledgement, smiling as he continued brushing through the lower feathers, traveling further and further while he played with a few more towards the top

Zackary’s fufhfufhfufhfufhfufhfufhfufhfufhfuhing grew louder as the base feathers were touched and stroked. The wings arched out and stretched as they were pet, and Zack felt his ears turn redder.